Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Visage to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Wire,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.